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Wild Orchid Children

HEY MAN! It's the owls in day light cacophonous chirrups kick our way down the dirge! HEY MAN! Stuck in the middle like me, right hand's god and the

hands up hands up all in the rut yeah do the chicken scratch for the next cigarette butt where me and jesus christ were on the corner trying to hail a

HEY! friendly reminders from a leech in a pope-mobile! that fuckin' irony is awfully sublime when I cold steal, rush feel, had to get another meal? and

Take me down where the mexican boys they go Cus there aint no woman like the one I know, when she goes on down to the old soho